That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
The Descendants (via dumbwhitegirl)
-¿Lo sientes?
-¿ Sentir qué?
- Ése dolor en el pecho, que sabes que no es físico, ésa cosa que te aprieta hasta asfixiarte, éso que no te deja pensar en nada más y provoca que las lágrimas salgan sin poder detenerlas, ahogando cualquier sonido reconocible de tu boca.
(via phantomhive-strange)

Sabado

(via punkrabilly)

sydney-oh25:

This is an important moment in history.

You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood.
Junot Díaz (via psych-facts)